Open the blinds, the choice is mine: A poem 

I open the blinds 

to bright shine 

to clear the rust in my veins 

and the keratin in my nails 

Even heat can be chilling 

when the will is not willing 

So, I’ll throw the shadows out, 

the shadows of doubt 

Being what I want to be 

is determined clear-sighted me  

I may cross swords 

with the wind on the roads 

If you come with a prospect 

I’ll pay you my respect 

But the choice is mine 

What you have for me, I’ll forget in time